Li Yao observed the pile of garbage with great interest. He could almost feel the auras of countless souls of the Immortal Cultivators from the tokens.
He had heard a lot about the succession of the major Sectors in the Imperium of True Human Beings from Su Changfa and Heiye Lan. He knew that the symbols of power were not necessarily invincible magical equipment but had indeed been fought over in bloody conflicts among the different generations of experts. They all stood for a very long history and were a source of pride that outsiders might find difficult to understand.
Had the five worlds including the Black Wind Sector not suffered two crushing defeats in a row in only a hundred years, the symbols of their heritage would never have been shown to other people so easily.